Inked (Punk Louis)

Tatianna lives a life full of rules and order. To tell you the truth she's sick and tired of it. What happens when she meets a punk by the name of Louis Tomlinson? He's covered in tattoos and piercings. Everyone says he's bad news. But can Tati stay away?

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When I stepped out of the warm school building and into the pouring rain only one thought crossed my mind. Run. I used to think my life was terrible but after these past few months I've realized how good I had it. Like they say "you don't know what you have until you've lost it". If I had just listened to my best friend instead of exploring the unknown and fighting for any type of freedom I could get my hands on, this wouldn't be happening. But what scares me the most is that no matter how horrible things are I wouldn't have them any other way just because of him. I slowed down my pace as my house came into view. Of course I would only be safe there for a little while. Just enough time to pack and get the hell out of there. Those stupid gits were probably already on my trail and I'm all alone. The thought sent shivers down my spine. I unlocked the front door and quickly ran inside. The house was quiet, too quiet. It was as if the whole house was mourning the loss of my family. Yet another problem I wouldn't have had to face, if I hadn't been so stubborn. I let out a sigh as I jogged upstairs to my room and began packing. I wasn't even halfway done when my nightmare turned into reality. "Hey there beautiful." a raspy voice called out from behind me. I felt my heart drop into the pit of my stomach. I didn't dare move. Well, to be fair I couldn't have even if I wanted to. My fear left me frozen in place without being able to move a muscle, much less breathe. "Too bad Louis isn't here to save you this time." I didn't have to look at the intruder to know he had a stupid smirk spread across his face. I felt anger building up inside me. "Where's lover boy? He finally leave you for one his whores?" That's it. I spun around angrily ready to give him a piece of my mind. Before I could call him every colorful word in existence a cloth was forcefully smashed against my face. Adrenaline kicked in and I began squirming and kicking furiously. Just as I felt myself about to get out of his grip, everything went black...